Sunshine bittered by time
And melting the frost
Of jeer.
Surpassed in magnitude
By the movement of the waves,
Kissing the shore
In rhythmic majesty.
The light softens, turning red,
Setting the east ablaze.
The sky becomes host to the night,
Allowing the moon to spy
Upon the day's trappings.
The wind grows cold,
And clouds gather overhead.
The sweet smell of purity
Rapes the senses.
The cold touch of rain
Kisses the earth,
Quenching
It's solidarity. |
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